Do your duty — vote

Record Observer - - Opinion - Dan Tabler

Yes, I know, I talked about vot­ing last week; but I just wanted to stress to all my read­ers again that Tues­day is Elec­tion Day and if you haven’t gone to the polls for early vot­ing, be sure to vote on Tues­day.

This is not a po­lit­i­cal col­umn — over the years I have not got­ten into pol­i­tics in this col­umn, and don’t plan on do­ing it now. I just want my read­ers to do their duty and vote.


I was sur­prised the other day when I walked by the post of­fice. Two cars were sit­ting in front of the Post of­fice and both had Hawaii li­cense tags. I thought to my­self: now there is some­thing you re­ally don’t see ever y day around here.


Jay Flem­ing, a pro­fes­sional pho­tog­ra­pher , has just pub­lished a new book ti­tled ”Work­ing on the Water.”

He will be at the li­brary in Centreville on Tues­day, Novem­ber 22, to meet folks and sign the book if you buy one. It is beau­ti­fully done with many pho­tos that show just how hard our wa­ter­men work to get those crabs and oys­ters to you. The book I looked at the other day in the li­brar y was go­ing to our Kent Is­land branch, but we will have one on the new shelf af­ter Jay’s visit.

Jay’s fa­ther is Kevin Flem­ing, who was our staff pho­tog­ra­pher when I was with the Delaware State News back in the ‘70s. In fact Kevin was in Bal­ti­more’s Me­mo­rial Sta­dium among the side­lines on De­cem­ber 3, 1972, when he snapped a shot of Bal­ti­more’s Quar­ter­back Johnny Uni­tas throw­ing what ended up be­ing his last touch­down pass for the Colts. Kevin blew the pic­tures up for me af­ter I wrote a col­umn about it in the pa­per. The col­umn won first place in the state press as­so­ci­a­tion con­test for 1972 for best sports col­umn. I took the pic­ture into Johnny’s restau­rant (now closed) later and he au­to­graphed it for me and it has a place of honor on or our family room wall. I am look­ing for­ward to meet­ing Jay on Novem­ber 22, at the li­brary and telling him about his fa­ther’s shot of 1972.


My fa­ther was a banker all his life. In fact, that’s how I got to the Eastern Shore. He was a cashier of a Park­ers­burg bank in West Vir­ginia when the great Crash of 1929 hit and all the banks closed. He even sold Hoover vac­uum clean­ers door to door for a short time un­til a friend of his in Bal­ti­more called to tell him that a “lit­tle bank on the Eastern Shore of Mary­land needed an ex­ec­u­tive of­fi­cer to re-open.” He came right over to Centreville and re-opened the Centreville Na­tional (now Shore United Bank) in 1932. Mother and I fol­lowed him a year later and the rest is his­tory. Well, I should add that Dad did leave here to go to Hager­stown to be­come Vice-Pres­i­dent of the Ni­code­mus Na­tional Bank up there, but I stayed here.

Any­way, this long in­tro­duc­tion is about the Wells Fargo bank scan­dal and its top of­fi­cers who ap­par­ently cooked the books to de­fraud in­vestors for years, ac­cord­ing to sev­eral long sto­ries in the news­pa­pers. Dad would have been ashamed of bankers who, ac­cord­ing to the sto­ries, lit­er­ally forced their em­ploy­ees to rob the bank’s cus­tomers.

Let us hope the Wells Fargo bank can make the proper amends and quickly!


My old news­pa­per friend, Ge­orge De­laplaine, who used to own the Fred­er­ick news­pa­per, sends a monthly newslet­ter out to all his friends and he ended up the lat­est with a “few things you might not think about.” One of them was this: The av­er­age per­son eats twenty-two pounds of ice cream a year. Well, he’s right about me, I cer­tainly eat my share!

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